All Chapters of The Intern's Latin Dance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

On the day of Sandra Kinsey's ovulation, I went to wait for her at the dance studio, just as we'd agreed.The corridor behind the office stretched out long and silent, as always. But this time, faint music drifted from the far end—music in a place that should've been still and undisturbed.Under the studio lights, two shadows danced on the frosted glass, intertwined.A bad feeling bloomed in my chest.The dance studio was Sandra's private sanctuary. Since our marriage, it had become something more—our secret playground, a space reserved for small adventures, a place we returned to again and again when the ordinary grew stale.And now, someone else was in it.Through the narrow crack of the half-open door, I saw Brian, the new intern.He jumped when he heard me push open the door, quickly letting go and standing upright. His voice was nervous, eager to explain."Mr. Laurent, please don't misunderstand. I saw Ms. Kinsey making a few mistakes in her steps… I couldn't help correcti

Chapter 2

On the drive home, Sandra and I didn't exchange a single word.The silence clung to us, thick and unrelenting, until we passed a flower shop and she suddenly stirred."Randy, pull over. I need to go in."I didn't ask why. Just eased the car to a stop by the curb and watched as Sandra, lips tightly pressed together, slipped out and walked into the shop.She came back moments later, holding a wrapped bouquet. She offered them to me."Randy," she said, "you used to give me flowers all the time. This time, let me be the one to give them to you. The florist said they're called Black Knight. To me, you've always been like a knight—always protecting me."She was good at this. Uncannily good. If I hadn't already seen past her act, I might have fallen for it again. I might have believed she truly loved me—might have believed that the last three years of playing the supporting role were worth something.But this bouquet, this symbolic gesture, was just her way of apologizing—for another m

Chapter 3

I was seated at the head of the room when she barged in with that air of indignant entitlement, snapping at the doorman."I have an invitation. Can't I bring one guest with me?"I'd made it clear from the start—no unrelated parties allowed. The doorman was simply following orders.As for Sandra, maybe she'd been riding on my coattails for so long she forgot her own weight.A cold smile tugged at my lips as I stood and walked over.The moment she saw me, her expression changed—surprise, then an awkward, eager smile."Randy! You're back? When did you return? Why didn't you tell me ahead of time?"My gaze flicked meaningfully to Brian, and I replied as casually as one might remark on the weather, "I thought you were busy."Sandra's face stiffened instantly."Randy…" she started, but all eyes in the room had already turned toward us.Seeing this, Brian stepped forward, his face flushed with shame, trying to shield her from the growing attention."Mr. Laurent, it's all my fault.

Chapter 4

"Ms. Kinsey, I think there's something in my room. Could you take a look?"It was a clumsy excuse, really.A quiet laugh slipped from my throat as I gently pushed her aside. "You should get back to your work, Ms. Kinsey."Her gaze flicked between my face and Brian's, lingering for a breath too long. But eventually, she stepped off the bed."I'll be right back, Randy."Right back. Always just a minute, always just work—she had used those words to brush me off more times than I cared to count.When she returned, it was as if a storm had finally breached the walls.We fought. Loudly. She accused me of being distant and cold, no longer the man who once knew her better than anyone else."Randy, I thought you were the one who understood me best. But now, you're the one who misunderstands me most. Brian's still young, he's a little childish. What's so wrong with that? Must you treat him like this, like he's committed some crime? And don't think I didn't know you set me up for humili

Chapter 5

That argument, like so many before it, ended without a conclusion.Early the next morning, Sandra sought out Brian and told him to move out of our home.Brian looked up at her, stunned. "Ms. Kinsey, didn't you say a personal assistant should live nearby, for convenience?"She gave no explanation—just waved him off. At the office, too, she began to maintain a deliberate distance.Brian became something of a joke.People who had already harbored opinions about him took the opportunity to kick him while he was down. Dennis, always eager to take up arms on my behalf, began causing him minor inconveniences, just enough to make things worse.Brian's little plan to curry favor with Sandra through charm and proximity fell flat. And with one mistake after another at work, he became the target of growing discontent.Eventually, a few senior executives came to speak with me and Sandra. They said, in polite corporate language, that Brian lacked the competence to match the position he held.

Chapter 6

I neither bowed my head nor softened my stance. It was as if Sandra had never existed in my life at all.But she wasn't content with silence.Perhaps irritated by my indifference, she began sending Brian back to the house. One day to pick up toiletries. Another day for more personal things. Each time he arrived with the same neutral expression, but his eyes began to shift—something smug, something sharp, beginning to glint through the bland exterior.I acted as if I hadn't noticed. I changed the door code and told the housekeeper to handle him at the threshold.And yet, at night, when the house fell into that hollow silence only the late hours could bring, an unexpected weariness settled deep in my chest. I wondered if things were really coming to an end between me and Sandra.After a long night of drinking, I made my decision.I erased her from my heart completely, and whatever remained of her I simply ignored. She had nothing to do with me anymore.That is, until my birthday.

Chapter 7

Once I made up my mind, I didn't see the point in dragging things out. I laid it out plainly, without any theatrics. I wanted the lines drawn, sharp and clear.Sandra's expression changed immediately. She sprang to her feet."Randy, if you want to make a scene, pick any time—but you had to do it on Thanksgiving?"My face stayed calm. "You know perfectly well who's really making a scene here."She had no comeback. But her parents, still clinging to the illusion of alliance, tried to step in."Randy, you and Sandra aren't getting any younger. It's time to have a child—someone to carry on the family name and business. You can't let petty emotions ruin what should be a strategic partnership."You two don't just represent yourselves. You represent two families, tangled in layers of shared interests. It's not something you can untangle with a few harsh words."I used to believe that, too. That with time, even if love never arrived, at least civility and mutual respect would. That woul

Chapter 8

While Sandra's parents stood frozen in stunned silence, I gave the order to have them removed from the premises.Then, I had all of Sandra's and Brian's belongings thrown out.The secret dance studio—that little hidden space—was torn apart under my instruction. Sledgehammers brought it down, and workers remodeled it into a simple lounge. Everything that had once existed in there was packed away and tossed out with the garbage.It was only then that Sandra began to feel fear.Restless and sleepless, she returned home. The sound of her knocking at the door rang out sharply."Randy, I know I was wrong. Please, just come out and see me. I know I was wrong."I remained motionless on the couch and asked the housekeeper to open the door.She rushed in and collapsed into my arms without hesitation."Randy, I swear I've learned my lesson. I'll never see Brian again. I won't ever go against your decisions for him, not ever again. Please, just forgive me. This company—it's our shared cr

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